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Broken

By Bruce Clifford

We never went out for a pizza.
We never drove to that quiet place.
Itís not like I ever really needed you.
But I needed you more than I needed the space.

We never talked about my childhood.
We always talked about the smile on your face.
Itís not like I ever shared what I was going through.
Maybe you thought I was going through a phase.

I was already broken before you.
Then you broke me more in other ways.
All the silence on top of what I was going through.
It left me alone and feeling betrayed.

Iíve never felt the same.
We never went out to a movie.
Iím not quite sure what got in the way.
I donít know what else I can say.

I was already broken before you.
Then you broke me more in other ways.
All the silence on top of what I was going through.
It left me alone and feeling afraid

Iíve never felt the same.
Since then Iíve been broken.

©3/22/2023 Bruce Clifford


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